[Erotica] Smut Relay Part 11 – Back on Dry Land

The word fiasco didn’t even begin to cover the shit show that was unravelling in front of Elly. She had thought she was at the helm of all the deceit and mayhem. It turns out she was as clueless as Jay. Poor Jay. He’d had his faults, but he did not deserve the torture Richard and Ben had put him through. No one deserved that, except perhaps Richard and Ben.

They thought they were so clever, putting all the pieces together, erring on the side of caution that Elly wasn’t all she seemed and that her interest in Richard might not be genuine. If only Ben hadn’t seen that rare picture of her and her mother that she’d tagged Richard in after he’d made an irritating number of enquiries as to what she looked like. It was Ben seeing that photo that ruined everything, he and Richard had connected far too many dots and when Elly reached out to Ben it was the confirmation they needed that she was plotting against her husband.

Now she was the captive of two psychopaths, her plan dead in the water, along with Jay’s beautiful ship. Alas, she would never find out where he got such a beautiful prop for their pirate scheme. She’d didn’t have time to dwell on that though, or time to mourn Jay, hell she felt like it was time to let go of everything she’d ever harboured inside her. She needed a clear mind, total focus, she was not going to let these fuckers win.

They were on dry land now, in the depths of Ben’s studio, she suspected. They’d brought her here gagged, blindfolded and restrained. Releasing her only when they locked inside this room. She was a hostage for sure, but she was comfortable. She was essentially locked inside a hotel room, she even had a mini fridge and snacks.

She was bored though, she almost wished they’d come and do whatever it was they planned to with her just so she had something to do other than stare at blank magnolia walls. She stretched out on the bed, and despite the danger she was in, she felt a familiar ache between her thighs and thought perhaps, maybe a good wank would clear her mind enough for her to see a way out of her predicament.

Her hands began to move over her sundress, roaming across the softness of her belly, then up to her breasts, with a roughness born of frustration she pulled at the straps of her dress and freed her tits. She gripped both of her nipples and began massaging them until she could ignore the demands of her cunt no longer, beginning to move her fingers between the warm, wet folds she knew so well.

She lost herself in her fantasies, where her kinks and sexual desires unfolded before her, fantasies where people writhed against each other. Impossible to tell who was fucking who, and how, just the why was clear. Lust. Pure unadulterated slutty lust. She missed those days, of orgies with friends and kinky parties that she never wanted to end. Now those memories would fuel her desire, not only her desire to come but her desire to live. She would come, she would live, and she would get back to her real life. Leaving this nightmare behind her.

For now, she imagined her friends, in all their sexy glory. Especially Tom and Laura, the sweetest, dirtiest couple she knew. She remembered how Laura would straddle Tom’s face, his cock growing hard, from both the taste of her and the inability to breathe. Elly would then run her hands up his legs, stopping to grip his strong, muscular thighs, watching as his hips thrust, luring her in.

She’d straddle him, sliding his thick, solid girth into what was always a dripping wet slit in the presence of those two. She’d settle herself on him, grinding against him, her clit tantalised by the friction she created. Laura, gazing at her through her own arousal, coming who knows how many times as she rode Tom’s face. Then they’d kiss, their tongues eager and desperate, aching for each other despite the attention they were each receiving from fucking Tom.

She was lost in memories, her fingers deep inside her cunt. Hips bucking, breathing ragged, biting down on her own arm to silence her moans, lest she draw attention to herself. She was coming as she remembered how she and Laura would roll off Tom in mock abandonment, as they began to finger each other in with a frenzied need. Knowing full well he would kneel over them, cock in his hand, jerking himself off to the sight of them. She came hard, drenching the bed at the same moment she remembered how Tom would come all over her and Laura, then watch as they finished each off covered in his jizz. She bloody loved those two, she knew then that she had to get back to them.

She lay there, in her post-orgasmic state and felt something cool against her thigh. Her eyes widened, how had the knife not come loose as Ben and Richard had manhandled her. More to the point how had they not noticed it. She hoped she wouldn’t need to use it, but it made her feel braver, stronger and more prepared.

As she began to find some snacks to fill her orgasm induced hunger she heard a soft knock at the door.

‘Miss? Miss? Are you okay?’

Her voice though seemed warm and safe, propelling Elly to the door and even without seeing she knew she was mirroring her visitor’s actions when she began to whisper at the keyhole.

‘I’m okay. Who are you? Do you know where Ben and Richard are?’

‘My name is Elita and I need you to trust me Miss. I know not only where those men are, but who they are and only you and I can bring an end to their tyranny.’

If you haven’t read the other parts of the story yet I thoroughly recommend starting from the beginning, it is such a fantastic tale. Best of all if you think you’d like to get involved you still can, more writers are needed for the writer’s pool. Follow the link below to get involved. The Smut Relay is organised by Marie Rebel who also happens to be our wonderful Wicked Wednesday host, which I am also linking this tale too.

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